Would you like to tie me up and use my tight Asian pussy to satisfy your thick white cock, sir? I know it’s too big and I know it’s gonna hurt but it’s okay.
You know that I’ve been craving your big white cock for a long time. I think about it whenever I close my eyes. I want to feel your big white cock stretching my tiny Asian pussy until I break, until I can’t take it anymore, until I’m crying from both ends.
You know there is nothing that makes an Asian whore like me wetter than thinking about how you will put my legs over your arms and fuck me against the wall. I go crazy just thinking about it.
I get so horny knowing I’m just another cheap Asian whore being put in her place, on her knees, collared and leashed and pumped full of my white master’s cum.
Do you want to beg and plea for it, white master?
I bet you’ve fucked enough Asian girls to know, that I can’t help myself. The second a white man approaches me, the image of his big white cock enters my mind and I start to get wet. My brain goes blank and all I can think about is his cock inside me. Thrusting deep in my tight little Asian cunt.
I cried like a little virgin the first time I got split open by a real man’s cock (that is, not a tiny Asian dick) and came over and over. Now, I can never go back.
It’s only natural. Asians were born to be slaves for white cocks.
It’s only natural. Asian cunts crave the attention of white men.
It’s only natural, as you pin me down and drill my wet asian pussy until I’m a screaming mess, impaled on your big white cock as I beg for more, slapped, beaten, degraded, humiliated, my asian hole burning with lust and shame, as you ram your cock back inside me; until you have forced more orgasm out of me than I had previously thought possible; until I’m completely vanquished and conquered, laying prostrate, at your mercy, turned into your obedient asian slave.
I’ve got an opinion: we should consider making a place called “White Farm” in all the major cities around the world, Shanghai, Tokyo, New York, San Francisco, where Asian sluts can be used as accessories for white men. I do believe every white man will need to get a free sex toy, a servant, a cleaner and a washer if he live in those places for business, studying or anything else. And he only needs to feed those Asian sluts with his cum, or even piss.
And every white man could own more asian slutsthan he ever has the time for, so we should have some rules, such as if she’s a slut in the farm, she cannot leave without the permission of her owner.
But in reality, we won’t really need such a farm for Asians. The whole world already is. Watch how Asian sluts throw themselves at the feet of White Men and do whatever it takes to please white men. They’ve always existed for the pleasure and sadism of white men. And they love it and will never leave.
After pillaging their village and raping their women, the White conquerors feasted with their comrades. The young daughters of the slain Asian soldiers were told to cook for and serve the White Men, and they quickly did so without any resistance.
The asian servants served them delicacies and dishes from the Orient. They kowtowed to every whim and demand of the White Men as the White Men drank their wine and got intoxicated. Soon, the Men stripped their clothes and the asian slaves were in awe. They had never seen what real men looked like before and now they are acutely aware. They got on their knees and began to suck the White Men’s cocks. They lost any qualms they had on being conquered by the superior White Men, because after seeing their massive cocks and hairy masculine bodies, they realized their race stood no chance in fighting against those white gods.
After the White Men have used the asian slaves, they burned the village down to ashes. The boys were left behind to live in the rubble, while the best asian daughters were selected to come with the White conquerors as their permanent slaves. The asian girls who weren’t selected wailed in anguish and killed themselves in despair and disappointment.
The asian slaves traveled with the White Men as they continued their pillaging and conquering. They were tied to horses like cattle and treated like chattel, but they did not mind those hardships.
Soon, they returned to Caucasia, the illustrious city of White Men. Here, the asian slaves completed their transformation: they were beaten, whipped, branded, pierced with rings, and chained in the Chamber of Chinks. Deep in the bowels of this gilded temple, they are kept in squalid cages and trained to be the perfect slaves. The Master of Chinks observes their progress and selects the best ones to join the harem in the Chamber above where White Men can come freely and use asian slaves however and whenever they want, without repercussions or judgement on their actions or treatment of the asians.
And this is how the asian villagers spend the rest of their lives: in servitude of the Superior Ones as the White Men continue their conquering and enslavement of asian slaves for their glorious empire.
“Chink pigs die!” I still vividly remember those words spoken by my sister’s Japanese husband. At the time my Japanese was not as fluent as it is now, and those words were the first ones I learned when I arrived in Japan. So it’s true, you always learn swear words more quickly.
Some other Japanese words that I still vividly remember was when he called my sister “shallow, materialistic, gold-digging.” He had a special nickname for my sister. When I heard it for the first time, both me and my mother thought it was a nickname of endearment, like darling, sweetheart, etc. Only later did I learn that my sister’s nickname meant “Anal Slave”.
Initially, right after my sister married her Japanese husband and moved to Japan, my mother and father were of course very proud and bragged to our neighbors about the extraordinary wealth their son-in-law had, “He can…
When I was in high school, being one of the few Asian girls, I was feverishly pursued by many white boys. Even though secretly I was very much attracted to them, I was scared to death at the same time and I never had the courage to accept their advances. I rebuffed them, acted as if I was offended, but in reality I very much craved and enjoyed their attention.
I remember going home once and I heard a guy saying, “When I grow up, I’m going to China. Because there are so many Chinese women in China and they all love white American guys.” The other white boys chimed in and said the same, how so many Chinese women will marry white American men for green cards, how “We are all going to China to bring hot Chinese wives to America to bang them like sluts.”
Their conversation made me feel very embarrassed, and yet simultaneously it rekindled a question to me that I was never able to answer, a question that all Asians sort of knew in their heart of hearts but sometimes were just … kind of … embarrassed to admit. Whence this attraction between white guys and Asian girls? I know as an Asian girl that I’m simply irresistible to many white guys. And of course, some people would say that those white guys have yellow fever, Asian fetish, etc. On the other hand, there are many, many Asian women who absolutely love and worship white men so much so that it has become an open secret and so much so that it has become a fact so well known that people would rather shamefully conceal it. …
I remember once overhearing a conversation my mom was having with a girlfriend of hers, a divorced single mother from Shanghai who lived in New York. She bragged about the beautiful landscape on Long Island, the quiet neighborhood, and most specially, the beautiful people. “They are all white! So beautiful. I want to go live there. I want to buy a house there.”
When I was in college I shared a suite with three other Asian girls and one white girl. The white girl was the only one who had a boyfriend, a tall white boy with a full beard. One night, when the white girl was out of town, the white guy put his moves on one of my Asian roommates. My Asian roommate wasn’t considered beautiful by Asian standard. Her skin was dark, her eyes were small, and she was short and her legs bowed like a typical Japanese. But something about her attracted the white guy, what, to be honest, I wasn’t sure. The white boy was tall, over six feet, over a foot taller than all the Asian girls in the suite, and also much taller than any of the Asian boys. His brown beard made him look ruggedly handsome. His girlfriend, the white girl, was tall also, around 5 feet 8 at least. They towered over the rest of us like two aliens with long slender limbs and giant torsos.
Long story short, that night he caroused his way into our room and started to cajole and tease my roommate, a shy and reserved Asian girl who had never been with a boy before. With honeyed words, trinkets and gawds, trifles, nosegays and sweetmeats, messengers of strong prevailment in unhardened youth, he filched her heart and seduced her to bed with him. He said he has always been secretly attracted to Asian girls. Something about her made him tingle whenever he saw her. My roommate later said that she has experienced a joy that she had never experienced in her entire life up to that point. “It was love,” she said. They went to bed together and I heard her moans. Like all the rest of us, she was a virgin at the time. But unlike the rest of us, she was made a woman that night.
It was my first time to know a girlfriend of mine having actual sexual experience other than merely fantasized.
Ever since she became a changed person. She started wearing high heels; she pierced her ears and wore earings; she put on perfume and painted her face with makeup. Soon, words started to spread. The boyfriend of the gorgeous white girl deflowered an Asian virgin, in the suite 203.
I suppose we all knew her love was doomed. There was no way that he would leave his drop-dead gorgeous, blond-haired, blue-eyed girlfriend, to be with her, a lowly, nerdy Asian girl. Even so, she still felt happy during that period of time. She felt loved, and she loved, even if that love was doomed to be sad. She did everything he demanded of her, and she even asked one of my other Asian roommates to join her in a threesome, just for him. Both of them were virgins before he deflowered them. “Two Asian virgins deflowered by a white guy who already has a girlfriend, a white girl”, so the rumor spread.
Ever since, I have been obsessed. I always wondered, how come Asian girls are so easy when it comes to white men? Why are those Asian girls, supposedly chaste, seemingly virtuous, studious, obedient to their parents, reserved and observant of their traditional Asian culture, become so cheap, so slutty, so whorish, so easy prey to the charms of handsome, tall, gentle white men?
That was my freshman year in college. By my sophomore year, my other roommate, the only other remaining Asian girl from suite 203, also had a boyfriend, an international student from Portugal. He was far from good looking. He was short; his teeth was crooked; he had black hair, and his skin wasn’t even very light. He had those swarthy Mediterranean features, as one of my white girlfriends explained to me. I accidentally bumped into them on the bus and she introduced him as her boyfriend, which surprised me since she had never told me about it. She seemed embarrassed. I don’t know. Maybe it was I who felt embarrassed. She didn’t talk much. After the first semester she moved off campus with her boyfriend and I rarely saw her again.
At some point I started to connect the dots. I was reminded of my aunt Julie, who at the time—before I entered college—was in her late twenties and was gorgeous. When I applied for colleges, she accompanied me to my interview for MIT. While I was being interviewed, in a coffee shop, sitting across a narrow aisle, my aunt was being “hit on” (I suppose that’s the correct nomenclature to describe what I saw) by a white guy. After the interview, I walked over to tell her that we can go and I saw them exchanging numbers. She told me the guy was a lawyer and went to Brown University and he asked about why she was sitting there alone by herself. She told him about my interview for MIT. My aunt came from a very prestigious family in China. Her father worked in the politico bureau of the Chinese Communist Party and her mom was the Vice Chair of the Beijing Board of Education. She herself got her MBA from Purdue University and worked as an operations manager for NYU. Being not only gorgeous and absolutely beautiful, but also wealthy and well-educated, of course she had many suitors …
Jump now to two years after that uneventful event. My aunt was moving out of her old apartment and we were helping her. And I saw that white guy again. I just realized that he wasn’t very tall, only around 5 feet 7, which is very short for a white guy. Most of the white guys I saw on campus were well over 6 feet. He was rather good looking, but given how most white guys are very good looking for us Asian girls, he probably didn’t really stand out among white guys. My aunt saw me staring at him and told me that “you can talk to him.” I honestly don’t know what she meant by this at the time, but it was what she said, and so I started talking to the white guy, hesitantly. The white guy didn’t seem to want to talk much either anyway. When my aunt was off to carry some more boxes and was out of sight, the white guy led me to a corner of the bedroom and showed me a box and in this box was a large, brown spider covered with hair. He was very excited to see how scared I was, and, leaning close to me, with an evil smile on his face, he whispered in my ear: ”At night, when we have sex, I would tie Julie to the bed, and put this on her body. Then she does anything I ask of her.” I was shocked, but trying to be polite, I smiled awkwardly. When Julie walked in, I smiled at her with that kind of smile that showed that I sort of knew what was not supposed to know. She glared at the white guy and didn’t say anything.
From what I could surmise, I guess my aunt Julie was also engaged in some sort of SM relationship with her former white boyfriend, just like in the novel Shanghai Baby. Art imitate life or life imitate art? I don’t know, but it seems that many Asian women engaged in relationships with white men are also engaged in SM relationships. And just like in the novel, Julie has had a long time Chinese boyfriend who was still living in China. A few years later, she married that Chinese guy. Like most Chinese men, he is very much hen-pecked and “pussy-whipped”, if I’m using the expression correctly. And no, he never knew about Julie’s past relationship nor about her submissive role in the bedroom with her former white boyfriend. Julie had warned my mom to never let me bring up about that white boyfriend in front of her Chinese husband.
An Asian is not used to a cock this big and so when it enters her for the first time you can bet you will hear a loud scream as she cums like a 20-dollar-Chinese whore. She won’t know how to maneuverer your cock in her cunt, as she squirms in pain trying to crawl away and she won’t be able to slide every inch of your cock inside her and she will be constantly shifting positions to try to accommodate you in anyway she could think of, unable to gain comfort or satisfaction.
As you watch your big white cock slide in and out of her tight Asian cunt, you can see her hole being stretched wider than normally possible and it will feel so right.
Because remember, though Asians may be smart, once she gets a white cock inside her, she loses all her cognitive functions, ends up lost in her lust and becomes a stupid white-cock-obsessed whore.
So you will need to guide her and make sure she knows she is serving you correctly.
Good Asian requires good training. Good Asian needs to be constantly reminded of her purpose in life. Only then can white men help Asian achieve any worth in her life and help her become a better slave for the enjoyment of the White Race.
I was having dinner at my future father-in-law’s house when my fiancé got a call from his work place. His boss asked if he could take an extra night shift and he agreed. He didn’t have time to drive me home, so we decided that I’d stay the night in his old room, a small bedroom on the second floor, right next to his dad’s master bedroom. It wasn’t the first time. He and I had slept there before so it wasn’t an issue.
As night fell I slipped in my pajama shorts and a thin, loose-fitting, white T-shirt. Even though the shirt was a bit big, it was hugging my breasts showing my nipples and my body. I was feeling sexy, so I sent a naughty text to my fiancé.
I was watching Netflix in the bedroom room when John, my future husband, the love of my life, the master of my universe, started to voice-chat with me.
He said he was bored and asked me what I would do to his dick if I were there with him. Smilingly, I explained how I would tease him by licking and kissing his cockhead until he would grab my hair and slam his entire cock down my throat. When he was done with my mouth he would force me to stand up and bend over his desk as he did whatever he pleased with my holes. My pussy was getting so wet as I dirty-talked to him and I said that I really needed to be fucked. Badly. I would do anything for him to take me right there and then.
After he had cum, we stopped sexting. Technically he was still at work, so he actually was supposed to be doing something. I was feeling pretty thirsty after all those talking so I thought I would get a glass of water from the kitchen before slipping back under the blankets and then I was going to be getting myself off.
It was about 2:00 A.M.
I figured his dad would be fast asleep. Therefore I didn’t care to put my shorts back on. Wearing just my T-shirt and underwear, I snuck into the kitchen. While the water was running from the tap, I felt a hand gripping my hair and another hand caressing my butt. A warm, whiskey-smelling breathe of air tickled my ear as I heard the words: “So, you would do anything for a good fuck?”
I just froze, paralyzed by the shock of being groped and not understanding what was happening. John’s father abruptly yanked me by the hair from the sink and I fell to my knees only held upright by his tight grip of my hair. It hurt so bad I thought it was gonna fall out. I tried to scream, but no sound would come out. Suddenly his cock was in my wide-open, scream-less mouth. “Lick it,” he said. I tried to shake my head. “Lick it,” he repeated. “Lick it like the good Asian slut you are”.
He pulled out and I quickly closed my mouth and tried to get free, but it was hopeless. He proceeded to smear his precum on my lips. After my lips were fully covered by his precum, like a glossy lipstick, he told me to open my mouth. When I refused he took a big black paper clamp and pinched my nose so that I couldn’t breathe. Finally, I had to gasp for air and that was when he jammed his cock right down my throat. I felt disgusted and gagged a little as his cock was deep in my throat.
He face-fucked me for about 15 minutes making my eyes tear up and sometimes he would stay in deep for so long I thought I’d pass out. The father’s cock is so much bigger than his son’s. When I finally got to breathe properly I coughed and cried and asked him to stop, but he just answered that he knew I liked it and needed a big white dick inside me.
He pulled me up, turned me around and bent me over the sink, shoving my head under the still-running, ice-cold water. His hands pulled down my panties, and I was so wet I could feel my own juice between my thighs. Even though I was scared to death and crying my eyes out, being forced to blow him got me really horny. Plus I was already soaking wet from earlier.
He laughed and said he knew I would love it and that I was “just another submissive asian slut” and needed to be good to him. He ran his cock up and down my pussy and asshole. John’s father had been divorced twice and his third wife was also Asian.
Not knowing when he was going to put it in or where he was going to put it was both terrifying and exciting. Suddenly he was forcing his dick into my pussy, thrusting hard. He grunted and moaned and I felt a sting of pain as he put his thumb in my ass. I pleaded “no” several times but he kept his finger there as he fucked me. Without warning he pulled out and shoved his entire cock in my asshole.
I screamed from surprise and insane pain, but he only seemed to get even more excited by that. He spanked my ass hard, several times, to get me to scream louder. Then he started to breath more and more heavily until he pulled his cock from my ass and came all over my butt. He slapped me on my butt cheek a last time, turned off the tap and just walked away.
I remember trembling as I headed for the bathroom. The ugly black paper clamp was still clamped to my nose and it made me look like a clown. I took it off and my nose had turned beet-red. My hair was all wet. I turned around and saw big red finger marks on my ass. After cleaning myself up and recovering from the shock of what had just happened, I went back to bed and masturbated and came several times to what had just happened. I knew I should have felt disgusted. I was scared and deeply hurt while it was happening, but thinking about it afterwards just made me so horny.
For that entire night I was unable to sleep.
As the morning approached my heart was pounding hard. My face was blushing red and hot to the touch. I kept on thinking back to what happened and by the time it was about 7 A.M. I think I dozed off to a light sleep. And I dreamed a weird dream of John and his father using me at the same time. I felt so dreadful. Then I realized it was just a dream. I wondered how could I ever see both men eye-to-eye again. As I dozed off to sleep again I was nudged awake and I saw John standing right next to me with his cock out. I was startled, but recollected myself after realizing it was my love. Without saying another word he shoved his cock in my mouth and face-fucked me. It was now day time and the sun was beating hot on our naked bodies, reflecting off a golden sheen. Memory of what had happened the previous night made me emotional and I started to tremble and tear up. John didn’t seem to notice as he turned me over on the bed and started to fuck me in my pussy. I was moaning loud and almost screaming as I came. After several more minutes John came too and fell asleep laying on top of me.
I lay awake still wondering how I could face him and my future father-in-law, as my hand slipped beneath the crushing weight of John and started to finger myself again.
Many many years ago, prior to our family’s immigration to America, certain things had happened that to this day my mother had forbidden me to tell anyone else. It’s better to bury those shameful events deep in your memory, she tells me, it’s best to completely forget them …
My parents lived in rural Jilin province, the economically under-developed backwater of the barren, rustic northern China. My older sister told me, after her mother had given birth to her, she had been given involuntary abortion four times. “Unable to bear the shame, she killed herself,” that was my sister’s exact words. “In China, if a woman cannot give birth to sons, it’s considered shameful, and whenever the results came back saying that she had been pregnant with yet another girl, our father took her to the hospital and forced her to have an abortion. At the end of it all…
A former Shandong University student, Nancy Li, a petite, soft-mannered Chinese girl in her early twenties, who is now working as an accountant for a Fortune 500 company, recounts of being assigned to a foreign male classmate as his “female companion” when she was a freshman at Shandong University, a top 20 ranked university in China.
In order to receive state sponsored scholarship, Nancy had to sign a contract with Shandong University agreeing to participate in the “female companion sponsorship”.
Not everyone was selected to be in the sponsorship, according to Nancy, the females must be “attractive, white-skinned, and gentle-mannered.”
Every foreign male student is assigned three Chinese female student companions who accompany the foreign student to class, lunch and dinner, collegiate events, extracurricular programs and parties, and even sleepover in all male-dormitories.
“We must give in to the demands of those foreign students and if they complain to the University that the female companions are not cooperative, we would lose our scholarship and might even be expelled. Many were coerced into having sex with those foreign students. I have witnessed first hand, a foreign student beating a female companion for refusing his sexual advance.”
Though not explicitly stated in the sponsorship, sex between foreign male students and Chinese female companions is so commonplace that, “every night, we could hear those Chinese girls moaning in the foreign students’ dormitory,” said a former Shandong University student who wished to remain anonymous.
Almost all female companions were virgins, most having had zero sexual experience with the opposite sex, and some even had zero romantic relationship prior to their entrance to the female sponsorship program. Many suffered not only psychological trauma but also physical assault in addition to frequent sexual abuse.
“One time we were all invited to attend a party for foreign students. They forced us to drink a lot of alcohol. When one of the female companions refused, she was slapped really hard across her face. Another tried to intervene, but the guy grabbed her hair and dragged her across the floor. We were all really scared. If we leave, they threatened to complain, and we would all be disciplined by the University,” Nancy said.
Shandong University has a zero tolerance policy against Chinese students who are disrespectful to foreign students. Any Chinese student who express resentment of foreign students will be disciplined up to and including expulsion from the University.
“When they got really drunk, they started to tear at our clothes and fondle our breasts. If we tried to resist, they would hit us. Several foreign students took turns slapping my nipples really hard and I was in tears. The party continued until midnight and some [female companions] were so drunk that they had passed out. None of us were allowed to leave until we have all had sex with at least one foreign student.”
In order to encourage more foreign internationals to come to China, and to brand China as a welcoming home for those foreigners, sex between local Chinese women and foreign men is not only tacitly condoned, but openly and actively encouraged, as Chinese national TV frequently showcase beautiful Chinese women being involved in sexual and romantic relationships with foreign men.
“Three of us [female companions] were pushed on the bottom row of their bunker beds, and they took turns having sex with us. None of them used a condom. We felt violated, and wanted to report the incident to the police, but if we did that, the University would have expelled all of us.”
Foreigners in China enjoy special treatment and are often seen behaving above the law. However, alleged accusations of rape committed by foreigners are rare, since most victims are willing participants, or too embarrassed to report the incidents due to a Confucian culture of shame and honor. In the unlikely case that rape is reported, local Chinese police are often hesitant to investigate.
“In order to not make a scene, all of us took morning-after pills. There was one really unfortunate girl who didn’t. She was forced to have an abortion, by the University, and it became a campus-wide scandal.”
Looking back at her own experience, though resentful, Nancy also felt happy. “It gave me experience with foreign men, and helped me grow as a person. I’m now married to a white American man and my experience as a female companion to foreign men definitely helped me to understand foreign men better than Chinese men.”
In a survey, most female graduates of Shandong University prefer foreign men as lovers, sex partners, or husbands to local Chinese men. Alumnae to one of the most prestigious universities in China, many went on not only to become highly successful career-women, but also caring housewives to successful foreign men.
Similar reports of female companion programs were found in all elite universities throughout China.
A Submissive East Asian Woman's Dreams and Fantasies 